Rio Talk

Rio de Janeiro. A city which, at the time, was frantically preparing for the Olympics, and had lured me over with the promise of sunshine, incredible views and a good party. I touched down after two back-to-back 7/8 hour flights from London via New York JFK, and stepped out of the airport into glorious Brazilian sunshine… Ah. It was 16 degrees, cloudy and wet. Pretty much what I’d left behind in the UK. Not to be dampened, however, I pulled on my waterproof jacket and jumped in a taxi to the hostel. Stuck in early morning traffic, I took in the sprawling favelas of a city very much awake and alive, excited for what my week would bring. Continue reading